If you appreciate a sleek, compact, deliberately-paced, meticulously well-written, acted, and directed dark (and I mean dark) black comedy/drama (that leans more to drama than comedy), dripping with morose atmosphere, "Thoroughbreds" has arrived. There isn't a false or wasted moment between the two lead actresses right up to the quietly startling climax, and Paul Sparks' soul-sucking turn as a controlled--and controlling--stepfather lost in an obsessive-compulsive disorder of a life has you disbelieving it could be the same actor who also so effectively played the soulless theater critic in "The Greatest Showman" (although Mr. Sparks might want to try an all-out comedy next--he's in danger of getting typecast playing soul-deadening men--because he does it so well). Saw this on a rainy, dreary day, and it fit the day perfectly.
Review of Thoroughbreds
